Echoes of a world spinning fast, oh we're losing track
In this race, who's first and who'll last?
Every moment slipping past
Slipping past...
Slipping... past...
Past.....
Slipindipin past...
Scrolling through a sea of strangers, each one in a frame
We're all curators now, trading pieces of our names
Every post a mask a pixel-perfect disguise
But loneliness reflects in the glow of tired eyes
Remember when a call meant hearing voices, not tones?
Now connection's just a network of disconnected zones
We smile for the camera, filter out the cracks
Building digital castles, but the mortar never lasts
Click, scroll, swipe
The rhythm of our days, silent thieves of our nights
Echoes of a world spinning fast, oh we're losing track
In this race, who's first and who'll last?
Every moment slipping past
Slipping past...
Slipping... past...
Past.....
Slipindipin past...
Algorithms serve dopamine on shiny platters
We're hungry for the likes, feeding egos that shatter
Kids grow up in timelines; their milestones all shared
Privacy's extinct—did we ever really care?
Taught to chase the hustle, idolize the grind
But burnout's the prize when ambition blinds
What's a dream? A branded pitch or a fleeting spark?
We're selling all our daylight, going blind in the dark
And the news keeps screaming, polarizing views
Everyone's a prophet, but no one shares the truth
Divided like rivers splitting off from the same stream
Chasing clout instead of purpose—what does it all mean?
Got... lost... somewhere between progress and pain
Trade humanity for tech, now what do we gain?
Got... lost... somewhere between progress and pain
Trade humanity for tech, now what do we gain?
So now I stand here watching the world spin faster
Chained to a clock, racing towards disaster
Time's a commodity, and we're losing our grip
Trading real lives for a virtual script
But in these cracks of chaos, something still grows
Hope blooms where the wind of truth gently blows
Maybe the answer isn't forwards but still
To stop chasing the noise and just feel…
Just feel…
Echoes of a world spinning fast, oh we're losing track
In this race, who's first and who'll last?
Every moment slipping past
Slipping past...
Slipping... past...
Past.....
Slipindipin past...